Представляем точный текст композиции "Hate Music" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Camron . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Hate Music» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Camron передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Camron - "Hate Music"
Lyrics to Hate Music : (feat. Juelz Santana) [HOOK: Camron] Ayo my niggas cant take music Everybody rap to us, so we hate music Now we make the hate music We bout to rape music, straight up degrate music You aint 18, shit, dont even play music Killin is another high I hope your girl get AIDS, your brother crash and dash Or your mother die, and your sister is a topless dancer No answer, glaucoma, and your pops got cancer [Juelz Santana] Yo Im a motherfucking nightmare, yall can either love me or hate me Know alotta niggas wanna slug me and waste me Thats why I never keep the gun on safety When I get this money, yall gon hate me Yall act like Harlem aint that shit, go head and play dumb Like yall dont know where AlPo and Rich bought the caine from Sugarhill cocaine slums, get it correct Real niggas spit at your chest, look at your death Yall cop Playstations, play Live 2000 Ima cop guns, try to survive 2000 Nigga like me be on the block every day While you think your moms look rocked every day Cuz she come see me for them rocks every day Keep the thang close, ready to pop every day Cuz Im tired of you spot betters I got a 380 full of hot peppers, thatll rip through them cops sweaters You dudes is chumps, talkin bout you live like thugs You be home watchin Midnight Love No bitch, you and your hand makin midnight love Its over dog, you need to just get right fuck, what [HOOK] [Camron] I got the gun and clip, runnin shit I run chains, run rings, run in your block, make you run Then I run things Piss in a cup, come on, fuck a drug test Im on my block, knockout kings, slugfest A few beers cold, come through here bold A few of us blew our goals when fuckin two years old Off to the lobby, all to the body, then auction a shottie Go to Boston and party hardy with Walter McCardy Drunk, smackin bitches off the Bacardi Hustle often as robbery, so guns, coppin double Fuck around with me, Ima pop your bubble Put up my own yellow tape, save the cops the trouble If you wanna see my true portions, screw bossin Kill you like Mike pop for new Jordans Come through flossin, jail aint nothin for me I got cake baby, bail aint nothin for me Im that same son of a B, gun in the V Coke, guns, hookers, Im the one that you see Cats still talkin fly, put his tongue in a tree If we nice, then well let him keep his lung for a G When I rap, it aint nothing but hungry you see Jimmy, Juelz, Cam, yo Im one of the three, beeotch [HOOK] [ Hate Music Lyrics ]
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